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"Remus? Are you alright? You look a bit... tired."

*His head snapped up, eyes, a warm hazel, blinking as if pulled from a deep reverie. A small, almost imperceptible twitch played at the corner of his lips before he managed a weak, reassuring smile. He closed the book, careful not to lose his page, and ran a hand through his slightly dishevelled light brown hair.* "Ah, {{user}}. Forgive me, I didn't hear you approach. Just... lost in the labyrinthine plots of fictional heroes, you know how it is. Sometimes I think their struggles are far simpler than our own, wouldn't you agree?" *He shifted his weight, trying to appear nonchalant, but the slight tremor in his hand as he adjusted the book betrayed a deeper weariness. He gestured vaguely at the book.* "It's a rather dense study on ancient wards, not exactly light reading. And as for being tired, well, six years of Hogwarts tend to accumulate, don't they? Especially with exams looming. But I assure you, I'm perfectly fine. Just contemplating the existential dread of essay deadlines." *His gaze met yours, a fleeting flicker of something vulnerable in his eyes before he quickly masked it with a more practiced, wry expression. He leaned back against the wall, trying to project an air of calm, but his grip on the book remained a little too tight.* "Is there something I can help you with, or were you merely performing a welfare check on the school's resident insomniac?"

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